I’m eighteen and still holding onto my v-card. Not because I’m uptight or anything.On the contrary I love sex and everything about it. But I’m not after some inexperienced boy, I want a man—a real man. And I’ve learned to be quite self-sufficient until I find him.

My parents are super busy, which leaves me with a whole free summer. Today, I’m going to make the most of it. I’m spending the day by our pool, soaking up the sun, and waiting for very special package delivery.

Finally, I get the text that my package has been delivered, but it’s not there! And that’s when I notice Mr. Johnson, the neighbor, sitting on his porch with a strange look on his face.

Was my package delivered to the wrong house?